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F: I wake up and you're miles and miles away
Working hard at a job that doesn't pay
M: Driving hours to meet you for a day
F&M: "No it's not perfect, but it's what we've got"
M: is what you say.
But I'm tired of waiting years to know where you wanna go.
You know I can't take this anymore
M&F: Let me out!
M: Well I'm tired of sleeping here alone. but we've made this made our own,
And in the end we're all we have
M&F: We're all we have (x3)
M: I've been up all night trying to find a way to end these sleepless nights and endless days
F: Simmer down babe there's nothing more to say.
We want what we want but we can't all have it our way
M: And what am I to do when you're for me and I'm for you. but there's a million miles here to keep us broken?
M&F: We're all we have (x3)
M: I've been watching my whole world turn blue. Everything's upside down whenever I'm without you
And I know you'd say this is just for today, and we have to soldier on anyway.
And while I'm not one to be praying,
night after night I've been down on my knees saying
"Dear God, please bring her back to me. She's all that I want and I desperately need her right now."
And in the end we're all we have.
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I love you babe, so we gave it a try, and though it didn't work I just can't say goodbye, because you're my best friend.
I love you, babe, even though I wanna die. I know I'm a jerk sometimes, but I know we'll always be friends.
And it makes me sad to think about, all the people who must live without, someone like you in their life. And it makes me glad to know you're alright, even though I can't hold you tight.
I love you more than life
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Cereal (Fine)
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I've been eating acid since my mind went flaccid on me, and by acid I mean cereal, since 2017.
My cereal comes in the mail, and from the shows to which I go, and when I wear Phish t shirts everywhere it simply seems to flow
Right through my fingers, tracers linger through the darkness of my mind
And it's just fine.
But it's just fine I've been getting by, like every single day.
I can survive without just getting high in 20 different ways.
“All you are is drugs,” he told me from outside my bedroom door.
It was the last time I was in that house, that I barely left before.
And it's just fine.
We are thrust into this world naked and alone, or at least lonely.
Every time I think I've figured this all out I think “if only
I could fly one-way to no-way, on the next plane out of JFK and I'd be fine”
I'd wake up on the street in LA wondering just how I got there, all the people walking past me look right through me and just stare. Because I'm fine
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I've been sleeping soundly, naked with your arms around me.
I'm so fucking glad you found me.
It's just bliss, it's just bliss.
And I just really hope this lasts,
since we fell into this so fast.
I don't want to hurt you,
but you melt my doubts with each euphoric kiss -
- me in the morning.
Warning: I can't stop saying "I love you" (I love you)
I know we've only known each other less than a week, but what can I do? (What can I do?)
I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not.
Is it cute if I say "I love you more than pot"?
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
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You matched with me on the 25th of May
“My life is a Trainwreck lol” is what you'd say when I'd ask how's it hanging honey,
You'd crack a suicide joke
-funny
But seriously dude are you okay?
And she’d say “I've been fucking dying now for years, I'm broke and out of tears.
I can't feel a fucking thing and I've all but lost the will to sing.”
And I know I'm probably about to be an asshole.
But having just climbed out of my hole and just pried my fingers off this burning glass bowl.
I think it's more important to save yourself than to be of help.
So I'm putting on my respirator first, - for sure.
And so I'll ghost her.
I'll hurt her the most -
- Were we to get any closer
It wouldn't work
So I'll be a jerk
I don't play games
And no one even knows my name
I'm wracked with shame and life's a blur, and so I'll ghost her
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Ya boy here was balls deep in her suicidal depression
When our manic states aligned and the rest of the world was lessened
As we spent our years out pining not alive but still not dying
Trying just to stay afloat, I left her text unread for 3 days and then she wrote:
“I'm sorry, I'm in the hospital, I failed once more. I took a bunch of pills but they found me barely breathing on the floor
I know I said I wouldn't do it
I'm sorry that I put you through
It's an embarrassment to be me
Technically alive but dude I'm a fucking zombie
Spun sideways Fridays untied and fried says “I wanna dye my hair red with my head's contents
Are permanently stained black and dark,
With each passing year that I embark on this escapade of loneliness, this anhedonius bliss,
I live in is just fine.
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F: “Comorbidity” she spits at me, conveniently with a mouthful of oxy.
F: And 8 kpins packed in her hand she screams “YOU JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND."
F: I'm dying just slowly, fuck off if you don't wanna know me”.
M: “...before you”
F: “Man fuck you dude!"
F: "You think you're so much better than me now, don't you?”
F: “Don't you just swallow poison all day? what makes you so much better off than me anyway?
M: I say, “You're high as hell, you're so deep in drugs you've lost yourself.”
M: ”I don't wanna be the one to find you, all cold, motionless and blue.”
F: “So I guess fuck off?” She says and slams the door.
Leaving me stuck here on the floor.
And she left me there alone, but I still keep her number in my phone.
And I still find her reddit posts, it's like walking into a ghost. (I think she's gone most days but sometimes I'll see a long text post and her face in my mind).
I know she's out there somewhere finally at rest, and I know at least I tried my best.
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#Folk punk slow love ballad #4.
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#I.
Give your friend acid and sit there and cry with them
While they rant and rave about how they want to die, and then
Stay by there side, hope to DMT entities,
that in their wall of self loathing you've made a dent,
#II.
it seems futile at best trying to help the depressed
suicidal squad of hangers on that I've acquired, through such
haphazard means, and survivalist themed.
costume parties of green envious misery.
#III.
And the sex is just dope to a brain with no hope,
I could fill you with rope it just falls out the hole of your
bottomless pit, miserable and shit stained from years of self harm,
and broken, ever ringing alarms.
#IV.
But I still think we can do this, you and me together,
I know it's not perfect but I think it's better, and it hurts me to watch you fall, after so long spent
surviving so narrowly.
#I love you, you're all that I want.
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Would someone please kill me?
I'm pissed that I'm still breathing out, not bleeding out on the floor.
I'm know pain's not fatal, and I'll have to wait till it's over and that there's no cure.
For this unending torment, so get bent I'm sure that I'm living the best that I can.
But I'm just a waste and a drain on the system, no matter how hard I pretend.
That it's useful to stay living.
I'm prolonging giving myself an easy out maybe then.
I'll finally know peace, but until then I'm just looking forward to my untimely end.
If these words are useful to anyone out there then maybe it's not all for none.
But fuck this games rigged, I'm giving up on giving up, and I'm sure I'm not the only one.
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Lost In The Sauce Oneonta, New York
Hyperalgesic asshole. Bum notes and dumb quotes.
September 20th, 2020
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